Fated Destiny

If the good husband and wife had not
gone out together from their Swiss Alps
village 75 years ago to milk their cows
searching them out along a glacier
they would never have disappeared
leaving seven children behind to be
cared for by grieving family members.
So long ago, that their five grown sons
have since died never to learn of their
parents' mummified bodies frozen into
the ice having finally been discovered.
Vanished, without a trace, in a crevasse
in the glacier of a mountain in the
western Alps. How romantic, even
the name of the glacier seems mysterious
hardly tripping off the tongue:Tsanfleuron.
Surely if those people having lived there
all their lives, knowing that others
had also suddenly never been seen again
might have thought twice about
venturing out to meet a like fate? The
'if' is the most unknown of all ventures.
If unsuspecting that fate and ill fortune
awaited them, would they have gone out?
You muse introspectively, certain that
musing of such 'ifs' is irrelevant to 
outcomes, good or bad, and feel grateful
that you have no idea whether any 'ifs'
bide their time in your own fated destiny.